Tho' small the power that fortune grant, Thus blest with all that's dear in life, Each true born Briton's &c. WAS near a rock within a bay, "TW Where many a shatter'd vessel rides, Au ample cottage shelter'd lay, Which overlook'd the ebbing tides. The ocean struggling with the sky, Once, at the closing of the day, He told his tale with feeble voice, The The parents and the children strove, The can was fill'd, the fire was made, you OU ask how it comes that I sing about For ever, yet find something new: As well may you ask why delight fills the fancy When land first appears to the crew. When safe from the toils of the perilous ocean, In each heart thanks of gratitude spring, Feel this, and you'll have of my joy a faint notion, When with rapture of Nancy I sing. You and I Nature's beauties have seen the world over, Yet never knew which to prefer; Then why should you wonder that I am no rover, Since I see all those beauties in her? Why Why, you'll find about ships all you've known and been hearing, On their different bearings to bring, Though they all make their ports, they all vary in steering, So do I when of Nancy I sing. Could a ship round the world, wind and weather permitting, A thousand times go and come back, The ocean's so spacious, 'twould never be hitting, They produce in my mind such a string, That my tongue once let loose, I could sing on for ever, And vary the oftener I sing. Shall I tell you the secret? You've but to love truly, But to love and to nature allow all the merit, WHO HO has e'er been in London, that overgrown place, Has seen "Lodgings to Let" stare him full in the face: Some Some are good, and let dearly; while some, 'tis well known, Are so dear, and so bad, they are best let alone. Derry down. Will Waddle, whose temper was studious and lonely, Hired lodgings that took single gentlemen only; Next night 'twas the saine;-and the next;—and the next; He perspir'd like an ox; he was nervous and vex'd: Week pass'd after week; till by weekly succes sion, His weakly condition was past all expression. In six months his acquaintance began much to doubt him, For his skin, "like a lady's loose gown," hung about him; He sent for a doctor; and cry'd like a ninny, "I have lost many pounds-make me well-there's a guinea." The doctor look'd wise:-"a slow fever," he said; Prescrib'd sudorificks-and going to bed. "Sudorificks in bed!"-exclaim'd Will, ແ humbugs; are "I've enough of them there without paying for drugs." Will kick'd out the doctor-but when ill indeed, E'en dismissing the doctor don't always succeed; So calling his host,-he said-" Sir, do you know, "I'm the fat single gentlemau six months ago? "Lookee, landlord, I think," argued Will with a grin, "That with honest intentions you first took me in; "But from the first night--and to say it I'm bold"I've been so damn'd hot that I'm sure I've caught cold." Quoth the landlord-" till now, I ne'er had a dispute; "I've let lodgings ten years;-I'm a baker to boot: "In airing your sheets, Sir, my wife is no sloven; "And your bed is immediately over my oven." "The Oven!!!" says Will-says the host, "Why this passion? "In that excellent bed died three people of fashion "Why so crusty, good Sir?"—" Zounds!" cries Will, in a taking, "Who wouldn't be crusty, with half a year's baking?" Will paid for his rooms; cried the host with a sneer, "Well, I see you've been going away half a year;" Friend, we can't well agree-yet no quarrel"— Will said, "For one man may die where another makes bread." WHY |